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They say to write a poem you must always use your mind. So why do words just come to me when my mind is left behind. I go to sleep, or so I think, and then they rush inside my head.
Watch the burn, And act the victim. One day maybe, But I still can't forgive him. Why are your demons male. Maybe because of Father, when he turned me frail.
It's sad how we forgot. How to be together,. Such a shame that we let go. Of the ease of existence. When we were hit. By the cooling weather,. When summer had lost. Its brilliant sheen and the.
What is love But the absence of hate. An echoing void Into which we create What is love But a pardon of sin. A feeble excuse For those of our kin What is love Is it lust, is it more.
I wrote you a poem, Though your eyes will never see, Your ears will never hear it, And your mind is care free. But I just wanted to say it, So that you can't say that I did not.
I though I'd make a little rhyme About the (for me) most peaceful time The time of the day where I feel relief When I end up feeling light as a leaf This is the time, once or twice a day Where a...
#10wordchallenge. My teeth begin to GRIND,. Your love for me you couldn't find,. I gave you back your RING,. I'm no longer your everything,. You thought I wouldn't pack my BAG,.
You gave me words when there were none, I guess I should be thankful, days spent drier than summer in the desert, now flooding with fire. (Not for the lack of your desire, that drenched my thighs).
And an infinity implodes...
The silent. Blue. Streets. My pounding heart. My dancing feet. The glitter. Cascading. Twirling. My arms outstretched. My head whirling. Raining down. From. The sky. Sparkling like stars.
My personal achievement. Within Opussia I'm believing. I'm dreaming what I'm feeling. I'm feeding what I'm seeing. One hundred poems penned. A hundred slivers of soul sent.
I've hit the illusion Nothing else to say Like a dawn fusion Falling for the day. Write it in the skies Go on, embarrass me Tell the world your lies Caution love to be.
Every day I wake to you Hurting me Digging pins into my legs And arms Making me feel like I'm Coming to harm You control my actions And what I can do Make me pay for it afterwards And say that told...
The rush of blood has faded to a drip, Formed icicles around my empty heart, On frozen tears my feet threaten to slip, Winter long and dark when we are apart.
#projecthumanity. Prepare to protect humanity. We're here to save your sanity. Save you from a tragedy. Highlight unfair travesties. We 'The People' are. 'Project Humanity'. We prefer no profanities.
It's morning, but feels like night It's pitch dark, not a hint of light I'm lying in my bed, thinking about the one And about the football match, and about who won I'm thinking I have to get up,...
This poem is inspired by and based on the play, "The Glass Menagerie" by Tennessee Williams.
Time after time I'm writing awful rhymes Losing all my skill Falling down the hill I just can't join the letters Can not do any better Finally hit a wall Now I just fall Nothing good to...
Love is a rebellious bird Too loud not to be heard Love can't be tamed I chose him, I can't be blamed Love is a gypsy with no laws I fell in love, love captured me with its claws He loves me not I...
Blinding darkness Through the trees. Gently putting Life at ease. Taking away All selfish sorrow, Giving reason To tomorrow. Stopping lies From coming out. Stopping sight That makes you shout.
Live to write and write to live. Give to take and take to give. Never let them do you wrong. Never let them scar your song. Run away to paradise. Never look back, but don't close your eyes.
Harmonic Sunrise overhead. Gets me up from out of my bed. Radiant light brightens atmosphere. Leaves me in awe as I'm laying here. Your colors play such a cheerful tune.
If life is just a story. Of one character and their dreams. Then we can assume that everything. Is not quite as it seems. For all stories have back stories. Others who play their part.
So this song you sung so softly, Has created cities and cars, constructed cathedrals and cinemas, A hoard of humanity, holy and humbled, Beneath you.